cover you when the sky comes crashing in
The situation might’ve been likewise; Deimos’ brow arching at the familiar call of Thorn through the haze of the Greatwood’s thickets. “Thorn,” he rumbled in greeting – before the attention was deviated to Erebos, and the father couldn’t help a snort at the infant’s immediate glee. The child waved with rapt enthusiasm, loosening his hold on Deimos’ leg to ensure his salutation was notably met and received. ”I’m Erebos!” which was a mouthful for the toddler, and came out in various pronunciations.
As for mild explanations, the Sword could only be so idle in veracity; so it became thinly veiled and more furtive, presuming the Abandoned would be wise and cunning enough to catch the drift. “Figured I could take a break and look for more gardening tools. You?”
As for mild explanations, the Sword could only be so idle in veracity; so it became thinly veiled and more furtive, presuming the Abandoned would be wise and cunning enough to catch the drift. “Figured I could take a break and look for more gardening tools. You?”
DEIMOS
